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"Cough cough cough~Cough cough cough..."

In the ancient and old-fashioned Tang Building, the sound of coughing accompanies the creaking footsteps of the wooden stairs.

The narrow stairs can only be passed by one person.

Some people went upstairs one after another.

There is a long corridor on the left hand side, and the east wing is open. A screen for the map of the thousands of miles away blocks the view. It goes around and becomes clear.

Mr. Guan Ershi was on the shrine of the public hall, with fruits, pears and peaches, and the incense was slowly in full swing.

The hall is filled with furniture seats in the Ming and Qing styles.

A chubby and kind-hearted old man leaned lazily on the patellated Grand Master's chair and sat in the main seat.

The corners of the eyes were drooping, and the triangular eyes were filled with uncertainty. They were breathing in their mouths, and crutches were placed between their knees. The constant coughing sound did not prevent them from clamping a short, hard red Marlboro on their fingers again.

"Fatty, please smoke less cigarettes~ I am a decade old, and I still have one or two packs of cigarettes every day..." An old man wearing wide-framed glasses in front of me took the match, and the flames cut out took the initiative to light the cigarette.

"I have lived for decades, and I have eaten, drink, gamble and smoke. Now I don't dare to eat, and I can't drink, and I'm even more powerless. I'm just this kind of habit left. I don't know when I meet King Yan one day..."

The fat man took a sip with a smile and spit out the smoke.

Through the blue smoke, you can see the spacious and bright plums in the hall, scattered and scattered, thirty-seven or eight middle-aged and elderly people sitting on the ground, with solemn expressions and unpredictable thoughts.

"Brother Kuan, I heard that the polite jingrong under your schoolmate has taken in many students who are still studying. Every time he does things, he makes these students take the lead... and the congressmen keep reacting..." The bald old man suddenly spoke under the light bulb.

"Ha~ Big Head Strong, don't talk nonsense. Arong has been doing business with his sons recently. Those students are just children helping his brother recruit students in the boxing gym... If you don't believe it, go out and listen..." The person who spoke was called Benji Kuan, who was a veteran uncle of Hesheng, and his line was very strong.

Wire.

It is roughly 'factory' and 'branch', but the density is different. It is a very broad word. Only the 'spokes' who are truly employed can be included in their line.

This line of saying is actually equivalent to a "tang" a hundred years ago. A person who can open a mountain door and open an incense hall can be called a "super boss".

As for who can be called a line now, it depends on whether there are any "strong people" on your line.

There are more than 30 people here, and only seven people can be respected as "XX Line". Of course, the biggest one is naturally the "Fat Bo Line". He is not only the leader of Hesheng, but also the commander of Heji. He is one of the few old men in Hong Kong who are qualified and capable of convening all the uncles and uncles in the Hezi community.

To put it bluntly, even though Wu Gouzi is inseparable from Hesheng's affairs, the world still regards him as a "strong man" of the "Fat Bo Line". Just like the rich and famous bosses who came ashore in their early years and are still regarded as characters in their respective clubs.

In the final analysis, Brother Le, Eagle, Beard Kun, and Aze were so busy, but in the end, the people in the hall were fighting each other. From this you can see Fat Bo's power.

A surging tide between the two sides of the Taiwan Strait!

"Ha-Old Ba of course spoke for him. The tea restaurant and boxing gym were all taken care of by Kou Liangrong..."

The old man in suit and ties, with a greasy head and pink face, spoke up and supported Datouqiang beside him with a sarcastic voice, "Eat people short mouths, short hands~~ The truth has been since ancient times. But now the mouth is Liangrong lets students come out to make trouble, and the man is staring at everyone every day, which makes everyone complain and mourn...

"Why would I call Arong to count the money for you to go home to retire? Did you come out on the first day of your work?"

Beng Nose and Broadblin slammed the table and scolded, "Old butt, I don't know you've taken the 1 million yuan from Xiaohe's man?"

"Take you old mu! I'll take you Margo Bi..." Youtouye slapped the table and cursed.

Of course, he hates being called "old butt" the most. Although he is indeed a sold-out, nowadays, practitioners in this field of Hong Kong are basically his disciples.

"puff!"

The nose is wide and the spits out directly.

Two 50-year-old guys were squirting and glaring at each other, spitting tea, while the best people next to him pulled the two.

"Enough!"

The majestic middle-aged man slapped the Eight Immortals table, "Fatty is still here? Do you want to rebel? Do you want me to call my younger brothers below to come up and see how the two uncles rolled around here? Shut up!

Today is to call everyone for the formality. This is the annual meeting of our club! You are so excited, so why not open the window and jump down... I even saved the group of people who worked hard and stayed up late to accompany us."

This person wearing a black cadre jacket is called "Brother Wen", whose name is Chen Wen, and is known as "Boss Chen". He is also a big shot who can be called "Brother Wen".

At this moment, he glanced at everyone indignation, sat lazy on the chair, and the kind-eyed fat man glanced at Chen Wen casually.

This man seemed to be trying to persuade the fight, but without any hesitation, he put the fat man in front of everyone again and put it on the fire!

Therefore, among adults, those who praise you and praise you may not be really good to you, and those who help you on stage may not be respecting you. They may just be willing to sell you at a good price!

"Yes, Brother Wen is right, everyone is quiet. Today, Fat Bo summons everyone here just to consider the 'thing' next year. Akun has done a good job in the past two years, and we all see it..." Another fat old man with a pitied face smiled and muddy, with walnuts in his hand. When he grinned, his bumpy face was like the surface of the moon, and flies could not even fall down.

His name is He Ming, and he is known as the Orochi Ming. The "Orichi Line" is also one of the seven lines that are now in the same place as the winner.

The old man wearing wide-framed glasses who had just lit a cigarette for Fat Bo was called 'Chalaohua'.

In terms of calculation, it happened to be the Hua Ge line, the Big Snake line, the Wen Ge line, the Big Head Strong line, the Gay King, the Break Nose Line and the Fat Bo line, and a total of seven are recognized.

This scene in front of you can also be regarded as Hesheng’s ‘annual meeting’.

Those who can be in the hall have proved their status in the world, and those who can sit in the front row have both qualifications and power. This is the same as cultivating talents in the film industry, and the same is true in clubs.

The disciples are really strong, so you, the retired boss, still have a lot of voice in the club.

There were nearly 60 veteran uncles who made the decision, but only seven or eight of them could speak in the hall.

Many people are even one of the "lines" behind these seven or eight people.

This is also a reflection of the status of the world.

To be honest, if you analyze Wu Xiaozu's current actions in the entertainment industry carefully, you can't change the dog's ability to eat shit.

In fact, this is still the same.

Don’t think that this set is outdated. This set has been passed down for thousands of years, and the introduction and improvement of the club has been over a hundred years.

One of the typical "democratic centralism" methods.

60 people have the right to choose, and it is the inspection period from the end of the lunar calendar to the end of the next year... If you analyze this method carefully, is it quite scientific and healthy?

Outside the door of the tube building, there were many young people scattered.

Everyone looked at each other, looked around, and was vaguely alert.

Didi.

An Accord drove over from the street, and someone had noticed the license plate and waved his hand to let it go.

Across the street corner, a large food stall.

Several tables were filled.

There are stoves on each table, obviously they are making side stoves.

"Huh, boss, this pot is a bit hot tonight!"

Abin fished out the beef and looked at the brightly lit Tang Building not far away, "Do you want to take off a few carbon fires?"

Turning his head to look at the boss holding a bowl of meat.

"The emperor is not in a hurry to the eunuch. The guy who eats noodles in the tea restaurant opposite didn't say anything. What are you worried about? Why, I'm in a hurry to be the first brother?" Chen Bingzhong said without raising his head.

A young guy at the same table looked up at the tea restaurant.

"What are you looking at, college student!" Abin casually patted his fellow teammate's head, "I want to transfer O to the CIB?"

"That group is O'Call??"

"Do you really think our brothers are having a good meal?" Abin sneered and knocked it with chopsticks, "Bingqiang, you have a lot to learn, learn it well. I don't know how many monsters and monsters are still coming out tonight... I still remember the storm in the 1986 world..."

"Are you full?"

Chen Bingzhong stared at him, "When I'm full, I go to the convenience store opposite me to buy a salted egg Superman toy. Remember to buy Ultraman Jonias."

“…”

Abin smiled awkwardly, turned around and smiled at the newcomer called "Bingqiang" and whispered: "College student, if you want to be the number one brother, you must have bright eyes. Learn well, these things are enough for you to learn for the rest of your life..."

As he was talking, someone walked down from the Accord car.

Some younger brother took the initiative to help park the car.

There was no way, the streets were already full, and you could even see some people sitting in some cars. Including the people scattered on the street, there were already many.

"Hu Xukun?" Abin whispered, "Why did he come from this Hutchison family?? Today, uncles and uncles are talking... Isn't I going to continue doing what Ale didn't do in the past two years??"

"Brother Bin, is Ale the side?"

"The last time I was in the restaurant." Abin's face was solemn, and he paused, "Anyway, it's quite troublesome..."

As soon as I looked up, I saw Chen Bingzhong looking up at the beard Kun not far away.

"Boss?" Abin asked.

"Um."

Hearing Chen Bingzhong's apology, Abin smiled and blocked 'Bingqiang'''s shoulders, "Let's go, Brother Bin will take you to order a Mao!"

"Ah? Dianmao? Good Brother Bin... Wait for me..."

Five or six members stood up and followed Abin to the Tang Building in the street. At the same time, the Oji who drank orange juice and ate noodles in the tea restaurant also divided six or seven people to come out.

At the entrance of the tenement building.

Hu Xukun stood in the wind, took out a cigarette, covered his hands and lit the cigarette, glanced at the young man staring at him with a vigilant look, holding the cigarette in his mouth, smiling and spreading his arms...

"Occursed, Brother Kun."

"It's okay."
Chapter completed!